- Historiography. (Yeah, no. That sounds like work.)
- Hieroglyphics. (Interesting. But also sounds like work.)
- Hatter, Mad. (A possibility. But the kazoo band at work (named for the Mad Hatter) has ticked me off today so no go on that one.)
- Ham chuckles!!!! (Nice one, Sheri.)
- Hygiene. (Mental or physical?)
- Horror movie.
- Hit me with your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me! (The previous 7 suggestions were all by Gary Rith, who is a little too excited about the Letter H today, I think.)
- Hopscotch (Physical effort? Not happening today.)
- Horticulture (You can lead a horticulture but you can't make her think! Ha!)
- This reminds me of when I was a teacher and a boy called a girl the "h word". After several questions I asked him to write it down. He wrote "hore." (This also reminded me of when I was teaching and I subbed for a 5th grade teacher named Mrs. Hoare. Seriously? How did she survive with that name around fifth graders???)
- Hematomas. (This entry, along with hygiene, hemorrhoid and the next one made me think medical matters are too much on some of your minds.)
- Hove. (This is the singular of 'hives' my friend and I decided.)
- Home or house (This may be a bit too sincere for me to tackle today.)
- Hippies (Got stuck walking behind a couple in handmade clothes of dubious quality and workmanship who stank of patchouli when I was downtown yesterday. I think I have to pass on this one.)
- Handi-wipes (Intriguing. But I'm not sure how far I could take it.)
H is for... hot dogs.
|Kieran and George- |
aren't they cute?
|Me and Murphy, in a rare moment of holding still|
|Okay, not much relevance to the story, but I almost peed|
I laughed so hard when I found this image. WTH???
Anxious, panicked, barefoot, and with fistfulls of hot dogs. Most people avoid touching hot dogs with their bare hands, and not just for hygiene reasons (See, I worked yours in there, David!) They feel incredibly, grossly, smoothly weird. And they leave a processed meat smell on your skin that doesn't ever really come out. It's sort of like skunk; it stays embedded in your nostrils for weeks after.
|Imagine this, but with weiners.|
So, H is for hot dogs. And even though, unfortunately, I have no photographs of my brother and I armed for pet retrieval thusly, I do have the most awesome hot dog picture ever taken- Charlotte Doyle, asleep on her mother's back, refusing to let go of that hot dog clenched in her tiny fist, even through unconsciousness: